depeche mrow
2003-04-21 @ 10:57 p.m.
dear petty prepubescent prick who rides my bus,
i regret to inform you that your attempt to ruin my day has been a failure . looks like i have no time for your bullshit today . i'd love to squeeze you in some other time, but i've just got tons of other bastards to deal with . if you'd like, i could write down my name for you so you can shove it up your ass . might keep you from talking out of it for a while . thank you for reminding me just why i'm going back to the dmv . run along, now .
don't tell me where to get off .
dave gahan + make up + bubble bath = this video on repeat .
depeche mode . barrel of a gun
do you mean this horny creep
set upon weary feet
who looks in need of sleep
that doesn't come
this twisted, tortured mess
this bed of sinfulness
who's longing for some rest
and feeling numb
what do you expect of me
what is it you want?
whatever you've planned for me
i'm not the one
a vicious appetite
visits me each night
and won't be satisfied
won't be denied
an unbearable pain
a beating in my brain
that leaves the mark of cain
right here inside
what am i supposed to do
when everything that i've done
is leading me to conclude
i'm not the one
whatever i've done
i've been staring down the
barrel of a gun
is there something you need from me?
are you having your fun?
i never agreed to be
your holy one
whatever i've done
i've been staring down the
barrel of a gun
